Henry Thompson, the older brother who was usually cold and distant, became a completely gentle big brother when he was around Charlotte Thompson.
His deep, charismatic voice struck a chord within her minute after minute, and so the task of telling Charlotte bedtime prenatal education stories fell on Henry.
Of course, he was more than willing.
Charlotte thought it was one of the few beautiful voices she had heard, and every time she listened to a story, she could sleep peacefully.
Often, she would think that if their children in the future had such pleasant voices, it would be thanks to Henry.
Upon completion of the prenatal examination, Charlotte’s baby was basically stable, with no significant health issues.
This meant that she was ready to be discharged from the hospital.
However, on the day of discharge, she received a phone call from Evelyn Curtis.
Seeing the two words jumping on the mobile phone screen, Charlotte’s heart sank.
Jordan Thompson saw it, "Sister Charlotte, your phone, why aren’t you answering it?"
Charlotte smiled lightly, took a deep breath, and answered.
Her voice was quiet, giving no hint of her emotions.
"Sophie Allen, how have you been?"
The moment Evelyn started off with small talk, Charlotte felt it was all fake.
"Say what you want to say. There’s no need to beat around the bush."
Charlotte interrupted Evelyn’s insincere greetings coldly, making Evelyn feel awkward.
Her voice cooled down considerably: "I just want to remind you not to forget the deadline."
Of course, she wouldn’t forget.
But Evelyn Curtis was so concerned that she even called to remind Charlotte.
"You’re really concerned. What if I don’t?"
As soon as Charlotte said this, Evelyn’s heart tightened.
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After all, they were still not divorced. If Charlotte was unwilling and did not sign the divorce agreement, then everything would be in vain.
"Sophie Allen, what do you mean?"
A sense of urgency was evident in Evelyn’s voice.
Charlotte sneered, "Evelyn Curtis, do you really need to be this tense? Even if you are, what can you do if I don’t sign?"
The other end of the phone fell silent.
Charlotte continued, "Let me ask you, am I right to assume that you were the one that told Emily Allen about how Mr. Williams assaulted me?"
Only Evelyn knew about the events of that day. If Mr. Williams refused to confess, how would Emily Allen know?
Obviously, only Evelyn was possible.
Evelyn told Emily Allen, Emily Allen told Aunt Watson, which led Aunt Watson to pass away from shock.
Ultimately, Evelyn could be considered one of the killers of Aunt Watson.
"What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything."
Of course, Evelyn naturally denied it at this time.
But even if she denied it, it would not hinder Charlotte’s thoughts.
"You can lie, but you can’t escape the truth."
"Sophie Allen, believe it or not, I will not argue. I just want to remind you, don’t forget to divorce him next week."
Charlotte sneered, "Rest assured, I have no interest in that man, only you treasure him."
"I will divorce him, of course, but I won’t let you off either."
Before Evelyn could respond, Charlotte hung up the phone.
Just listening to her voice made Charlotte extremely nauseous.
"Sister Charlotte, she is so arrogant. Shall I call Brother Henry and teach her a lesson?"
Jordan had also overheard the conversation just now and was angry.
Charlotte just shook her head lightly, "No need, no need to dirty your hands. Let’s go."